a more bitter question is - can she not?
our parallel lives are a great jest to one
who we have yet to meet. He will greet
us with - "was it what you thought it was"
and we will be forced to answer in verse
a tired verse which makes him laugh. a true
laugh, one that moves the earth. a nice
cup of tea and a film later and we will
be aware of all the times we got is plain
wrong. there we could have inched closer
stepped back. a logical dance if only we
had taken into account the weather, space,
time and the ludicrous sensibilities we
ever had a chance.
yes, she thinks of you - she thinks of you now as the man across the sea
as i think of him - being absorbed by the kansas sun - the cinematography of it all